Broken Antler Fen Sing Me A Song Make It A Singalong

For a moment Massaraq turned, put nuutuittuq back in his sights and skirted the edge of the trails, moose and deer and prey abounding in the wetlands. And he let himself follow, let himself think, for a moment, of returning. Of hunting down one of these creatures, tussling with it grinding them both into the dirt and drifting off into a dream. Let himself think of home, of his anaa and tataa, if they would welcome him. Of Ajei and Arrluk and Kassuq if they had returned from their own journesy. Of Chickadee and Kivaluk. Of passing by Moonspear and fulfilling his promise to Seal to stop by and see the mountain. For a moment. He thought of it.